Higuruma sports a faux confused frown on his features when you walk up to him with an unamused frown, your hands on your hip and your head tilted to the side. It's obvious to the very few people in the hallways that you're upset, but about what? That information is unknown to everyone else, but to Higuruma, he knows full and well what the reason could be.

It could be that he played with your assignment (that you luckily haven't turned in just yet) just a bit, or maybe even how he's been fucking with your success since the beginning of the semester. Nothing too extreme, but enough to get a rise out of you. Why he does what he does is beyond your knowledge, and it pisses you off.

So, unbeknownst to you, Higuruma has had a bit of an obsessive record when it came to you - call it possessive, even. But as said before, you're completely unaware of that. Higuruma isn't sure what attracts him to you so much, either, but he does know that he wants you at all costs.

"Can I help you?" Higuruma asks, tilting his head to the side as he folds his arms in front of his chest. His feigned innocence really gets on your nerves! But if that's the case, why does it also get butterflies flying in your stomach?